Walking all the way to the lord castle of Jumo City, turn into a small path, the stone corridor tilts downwards, and the environment gradually becomes dark.

After entering the gate of the dungeon, Daren's wrists were quickly clad with a dark purple chain, and the iron hoops on both wrists had dull runes.

After putting on these shackles, Dairen suddenly felt that all the fighting energy in his body was quickly sucked in by a powerful suction force, and rushed into the shackles from his wrist, as if he had sunk into the deepest seabed, completely missing! After just a few breaths, Dairen's fighting energy disappeared, and his whole body seemed to be hollowed out.

"This thing must be worn, and ordinary shackles cannot lock the adventurer."

The captain of the guard obviously had a little sympathy for Deren, but he couldn't help and could only shrug.

While continuing to walk deeper, he whispered: "The rules of dungeons are in the dungeons, you must be careful... I don't think you are a real bad guy, but the guys in the dungeon are not good. No matter which cell you are locked in, try to keep a low profile. It should be over quickly if you stick to it for five days..."

The guard captain said, signaling Daren to pay attention to both sides of the corridor.

On the walls of the stone corridor, there are worn-out wooden doors, locked firmly with thick iron locks, and there is only a rectangular horizontal opening at a height flush with the eyes, probably to observe or convey something into it.

At this moment, there were roars, quarrels, screams, and some strange sounds coming from the locked broken wooden doors.

Seriously, the wooden doors were surfing and making noise.

Daren's pupils shrank slightly.

"The severely punished prisoners are not locked up here. Most of the people here are gangsters such as fighting in the streets and bullying the market. These people cannot be honest even if they are locked in prison. Fighting is common, and bullying newcomers is an unwritten rule!" The captain of the guard shrugged, "Fortunately, you are an adventurer, especially a warrior!"

"There are few adventurers among the prisoners held in the dungeon. After all, the number of adventurers is much smaller than that of ordinary people. Relatively speaking, adventurers are more likely to be respected and distant from others in prison. After all, no one is a serious prisoner, and they have to be released after the period is over. No one wants to be settled by an adventurer after going out!"

"But there is also a kind of person who dare not provoke adventurers outside, but has a strange vengeful mentality in the dungeon. I have seen some weak magicians beaten by a group of street gangsters inside... "

"Fortunately, you are a warrior! The body of the warrior of light has been nourished by war energy for a long time and has been fighting with monsters all year round. Even if you wear rune shackles, you will lose your fighting energy and your body will be very strong. Most people are easily no match for you..."

The captain of the guard suddenly stopped as he said.

In front, a dungeon guard wearing a black cloak stood next to a prison door with a lantern. A sloppy old man with disheveled hair was squatting beside him, wearing ordinary iron chains.

"Leave him to me." The dungeon guard said hoarsely.

The Captain of the Guard nodded, finally patted Daren on the shoulder, and turned around and left.

"You two are waiting here. I forgot to bring my prison door key. Go back and get it." The dungeon guards groped for a while, suddenly spoke, and then fixed the shackles of Daren and the old man to the big iron lock of the prison door next to them, then turned around and walked deeper into the dungeon, and the figure quickly disappeared at the end of the darkness.

Only Delen and the little old man with disheveled hair were left looking at each other in the dark.

"It seems that we will be jail friends next... Why don't you tell me first, brother, why was you locked up because of something?" The sloppy old man suddenly smiled awkwardly at Delen and took the initiative to ease the atmosphere.

"I don't want to say it, it's a bad luck anyway." Delan replied with some depression.

"Then let me tell you... I didn't pay for the meal and I ate too much." The old man curled his lips, looking dismissive. "The boss of that family is so stingy. Shouldn't an elderly person of my age be respected? What's wrong with treating me to a meal..."

"Bang bang bang!" A sound of fisting to the flesh suddenly came from the prison door close to him, and a loud begging for mercy from a person.

But begging for mercy was fruitless, which caused a group of people to laugh inside, laughter and screams one after another.

Deren suddenly remembered the instructions of the captain of the guard just now, and his mouth twitched slightly. He was not worried about himself, but his eyes turned to the old man's thin body that seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind... After a while, he couldn't help but say, "After entering, you stand by my side."

"Ah?" The old man glanced at Daren, seemingly puzzled.

"You are said to be bullying the newcomers," Daren shook his head, "You are with me, and I will protect you if I have the strength."

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After a moment.

"Bang!" The old wooden door was closed heavily.

Daren and the old man were pushed into the cell beside him by the dungeon guards. After coming in, they found that the cell was actually quite spacious! Even if twenty or thirty people were here at the same time, there was no feeling of crowding...

As soon as the two newcomers came in, a group of strong prisoners who were punching and kicking around a small man, stopped immediately.

The small man seized the opportunity and rolled and crawled to the corner of the cell. He burst into tears in his nose, but he covered his mouth and did not dare to make a sound.

Everyone's eyes looked at the two figures who had just come in.

Soon, their eyes fell on Deren’s wrist, the dark purple chain and the rune-covered iron wrist clasp—obviously different from the chains of most people in this cell.

"Adventurer?" someone exclaimed in surprise, "It seems to be a warrior?"

As soon as this said, most people immediately looked away, as if they didn't see Daren! Many malicious eyes fell on the thin old man on the other side.

Daren also noticed this clearly. The cell was full of ordinary people. While he was slightly convinced, he also moved a little, blocking the old man's thin figure behind him.

The significance of this move is self-evident.

"Ha? Is this kid really treating himself as a character?" At this time, a rough voice came, and more than 20 prisoners in the cell immediately spread out to both sides when they heard the sound, giving up a passage from it. In the deepest part of the cell, a scar-faced man with dark brown skin immediately came into Daren's eyes.

This man was originally sitting on a stone bed covered with simple straw mats. At this moment, he suddenly stood up and could see that he was obviously more than two meters tall! Standing among the prisoners who were considered strong, he was still much taller than the others, just like an iron-armored black cow standing in a flock of goats.

"Bill, teach him whatever you want, but don't disturb me." At this time, another voice came lazily.

Daren's eyes moved slightly, and he immediately saw a thin man with straw in his arms and crossed his legs leaning against another stone bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze. The straw mats under him were stacked with more than a dozen layers, thus providing sufficient softness, and the feeling of sleeping in the stone bed in the prison cell out of the luxurious bed in the hotel.

At the cost, many of the stone beds around were bare and not even a straw mat.

More importantly...Dalen soon noticed that the iron chains on these two people's hands were also dark purple...
Chapter completed!